She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. "That's for Mrs. "Blueskin," said Ireton. “You too were deceived. "What did you ring for, Sir?" she asked, eyeing the group with astonishment. She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. It was his heart. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators.
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